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somedays i feel like im screaming
somedays i dont think you could hear if you were in front of me
or does it matter cause you'll never read this anyway
so if i decided to rip you to shreds you would never know
if i decide to tell you how much i loved you or respected you
(if that were the case) you would never know
i dont think you care so i guess it dosnt matter but it dosnt matter
you'll just fuss and argue with me tell me that im changeing
but really im just holding it in keeping it close so no one will get hurt
i guess it hurts but you learn not to care so its ok
you never have to feel bad if you never know what im thinking
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